The Viking

                               The Viking

The Vikings were preparing to defend their territory from a small army of invaders.  Jorn was told to sound the command for the Viking army to assemble.

Jorn took his shell horn and walked toward the edge of the cliff to sound the alert.  As he raised the shell to his lips, still walking, a blue portal opened up in front of his path.  Catching him off guard, he stopped a moment and put his hand into the blue, round portal.  It made his arm tingle and he felt a slight suction.  He drew back his arm and decided to walk through it to get to the edge of the cliff overlooking the sea to sound the alert to the Vikings below.  As he took a step foreward, the suction grew great and pulled him into the shimmering blue portal that he had thought to be a mirage.  After a long experience of feeling weightless, he found himself on the other side.of the portal.  He landed on some kind of strange, whitish rock.  The rocks were cut into squares and layed one after the other, each one touching the rock on two sides in a straight line.  As he saw the strange houses that went up to the sky, he was struck with shock and awe,  His arms dropped and he stood dumbfounded.  "Where did the cliff go?  Where did the sea go?"  Everything looked very different.

Jorn had unknowingly landed in 21st century America.  The portal had taken him through both time and space.  A car drove by and he tried to attack it, thinking that it might be a vicious predator.  He found its skin to be hard as armor and its speed had knocked the sword out of his hand.  He then noticed that there were people inside and determined that it was some kind of self-powered cart.  Again he gasped in awe and his arms dropped.  He stood there several more minutes and started to walk along the strange stone path.  He ran into a person and asked for help but the person wore strange clothing and spoke a different tongue.  He thought, "What kind of magic was this?  How will I get back to my land where I belong?  I can't even speak their tongue.  If I do get back, what will they do to me for not sounding the alarm?"

He retrieved his sword and started walking down an alley.  Some gangsters started laughing at him and tried to take his belongings.  Jorn responded with a sword to the stomach of one and another gangster pulled a gun and shouted something at him. Jorn cocked his head and shrugged his shoulders since he didn't understand the stranger.

The stranger was demanding his belongings but there was no way for Jorn to understand.  This made the stranger and the other surviving strangers angry.  The stranger in front of him with the gun pointed it at a dumpster and shot a hole in it so Jorn would understand that he meant business.  Jorn cut off his gun hand with the sword and prepared to fight the others in the gang.  Jorn bent over and charged one of the strangers, impaling him with the horns on his helmet.  Another of the gang grabbed the gun from the ground and shot Jorn until the clip was empty.

Jorn fell to his knees then landed with his face on the ground.  He had died fighting, the honorable way to go.  He arrived at the gates of Valhalla and was greeted by his mother, father, and his grandparents.  He had made it home.



Jorn was hurled what seemed to be a great distance.  His whole body felt electrified.